Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 247 Thorny Rose (4)

Wang Jianchun was trembling all over from the pain.

But because of Yan Zhen's nonchalant "father," he could only grit his teeth and bear it, turning his back to pull out the needle and throw it into the trash can.

This is in a hospital; if things get out of hand, he won't get away with it.

Because of Yan Zhen's counterattack, Wang Jianchun didn't dare to lay a hand on her again during the next three days of his hospitalization.

Three days later, Yan Zhen was discharged from the hospital.

Wang Jianchun completed the discharge procedures for her, took her out of the hospital, and hailed a taxi on the roadside.

While waiting for the bus, Wang Jianchun reached out and tucked the scarf around Yan Zhen's neck, his face full of kindness: "Look how thin you are, you must not have been eating well at school. There's some soup at home, have a bowl when you get back. I'll also pack two warm clothes for you to take to school."

Come back home?

The ill intent in Old Deng's eyes was almost overflowing.

There are too many people and too many eyes in the hospital to do anything to her, but once she gets home, her sickly body is powerless to resist, so wouldn't she be at his mercy?

Yan Zhen coldly refused, "No need, I'm going back to school."

"The leave I asked for for you includes today, so you don't have to go to class. Why are you in such a hurry to go back?" Wang Jianchun said with a smile, appearing very good-natured. "Dad hasn't eaten with you in a long time either. I'll go back and make some of your favorite cola chicken wings..."

"Can't you understand human language?" Yan Zhen interrupted him. "I want to go back to school."

Because of this remark, several other people waiting for the bus nearby cast strange glances at him.

Yan Zhen remained unmoved—Wang Jianchun claimed to be her father, so it's normal for a rebellious child to yell at her "father" and throw a tantrum, right?

The taxi arrived, and Yan Zhen got in first. The next moment, Wang Jianchun squeezed in as well.

Yan Zhen looked at him coldly: "Get down, I want to go back to school."

Wang Jianchun pushed her towards the car, then sat down and closed the door: "Xiao Xun, stop making a fuss. Dad will take you back to school—please excuse me, Master. I've spoiled this little girl; she's got such a stubborn temper."

The last sentence was said to the taxi driver who glanced at them in the rearview mirror.

The taxi driver, a middle-aged man, glanced at Yan Zhen a few more times after hearing this, and then started chatting with Wang Jianchun.

"Your daughter?"

"Correct."

"How old are you?"

“She’s 17. Her mother passed away early, and I raised her all by myself.”

"Oh, it must be tough being both a father and a mother to you," the driver said with a smile. "I also have a daughter this age. She's become a little more sensible these past two years. A few years ago, during her rebellious phase, she argued with her mother every day, causing chaos at home. It was so worrying for me."

Wang Jianchun laughed, his smile honest and simple: "Every child's rebellious phase is different. My daughter used to be so sweet, but she's only recently started to develop a temper. But there's nothing we can do about it. Kids grow up and develop self-awareness, and their views are different from ours as parents, so conflicts are inevitable..."

"Yes, your own child is like a debt collector; what else can you do but endure it..."

The two men chatted for most of the journey. When the car passed a park, Wang Jianchun suddenly stopped the car: "Brother, you can just pull over in the park."

Upon hearing this, the driver pulled over: "Not going to school?"

“There’s a library over there. I’m taking the kids to buy some study materials,” Wang Jianchun said, opening the car door and pulling Yan Zhen, who was huddled on the other side of the car door, down.

Yan Zhen, who was roughly pulled out of the car and nearly fell over, was speechless.

She was too exhausted to complain about her weak body anymore.

After getting off the car, Wang Jianchun pulled Yan Zhen into the park's restroom. As they entered, he casually grabbed the "Cleaning in Progress" sign and placed it across the doorway before locking the restroom door from the inside.

After doing all this, Wang Jianchun grabbed Yan Zhen by the neck and pinned her against the sink. The mask of kindness he had maintained for three days in the hospital finally cracked, revealing his sinister and vicious nature.

"Have you lost your mind?" Wang Jianchun's grip tightened slightly, and he gritted his teeth. "Didn't I tell you not to try to disobey me?"

Her slender neck seemed to be coiled by a cold, rough snake, and under the pressure of suffocation, Yan Zhen's already bloodless face quickly turned deathly pale.

She coughed lightly, her eyes showing no sign of panic, but instead looking up at Wang Jianchun with a mocking gaze on her face, which was gradually turning blue from suffocation.

She, the gambling king Jianchun, dared not, and was even more reluctant to, kill her here.

He raised Lin Xun for eight years and spent over 100,000 yuan to send her to a prestigious high school. If Lin Xun dies here, all his efforts and plans will be in vain.

The two faced off. Wang Jianchun, provoked by her silent gaze, grew increasingly agitated and his grip on her tightened.

Just as Yan Zhen was about to be choked unconscious, he suddenly let go.

As a large amount of air rushed into her lungs, Yan Zhen's suffocation not only did not ease, but her breathing became increasingly difficult, and her chest felt as if it was about to explode—she had an asthma attack.

Seeing her clutching her chest and kneeling under the sink, Wang Jianchun panicked. He quickly took out his asthma inhaler and held it under Yan Zhen's nose, letting her inhale it two or three times until her symptoms gradually subsided.

Wang Jianchun knelt beside her, looking at her with a worried expression.

Yan Zhen adjusted her breathing and turned to look at Wang Jianchun. She saw tension in his eyes—a kind of anxiety and regret, similar to the feeling of watching a flower bud that has been painstakingly nurtured grow up only to wither before it can even bloom.

Yan Zhen gave Wang Jianchun a pale smile.

Wang Jianchun was taken aback by her sudden laugh.

Before he could react, Yan Zhen reached for a discarded small plastic bucket under the sink. Taking advantage of Wang Jianchun's attention being drawn to her smile, she used all her strength to smash it into Wang Jianchun's face.

With a loud bang, Wang Jianchun, who had been hit, fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, twitched a couple of times, and then he lost consciousness.

Yan Zhen threw down the bucket of glue and sat on the ground, panting heavily.

damn it!

This body is such a drag; it makes me pant like a broken bellows with the slightest exertion.

Seeing that he was experiencing difficulty breathing again, Yan Zhen shakily took out the spray, took two deep breaths, and then leaned against the sink to wait for recovery.

More than ten minutes later, Yan Zhen opened the bathroom door, stepped aside over the "Cleaning in Progress" sign, and calmly left.

Back at school, it was during class time and no one was in the dormitory. Yan Zhen took out his bank cards and wallet and took stock of his assets.

Perhaps in order to control Lin Xun financially, Wang Jianchun did not give the original owner much living expenses. On the premise of providing her with enough clothes and daily necessities, he gave her 2000 yuan a month for living expenses.

The cost of living in a prestigious high school is high; this money is only enough for food.

The original owner only had 2300 yuan in savings, which she had secretly saved.

I beat that old bastard today, he definitely won't let it go.

Since he's hiding at school and not going out, Wang Jianchun can't openly arrest him, so his safety isn't a problem for the time being.

However, Wang Jianchun will most likely cut off her living expenses in order to blackmail her.

Now she not only has to deal with Jiang Xicun, but also find a way to make money.